I won't let this build up inside of me She isn't real I can't make her real She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fragile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press

(Won't let this build up inside of me) But I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I don't know what to do When she makes me sad She isn't real I can't make her real She seems dressed in all of me Stretched across my

I won't let this build up inside of me She isn't real I can't make her real She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fragile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press

She's funny that way. I got a woman crazy for me Once she dressed in silks and lace, Owned a Rolls Royce car Now she seems quite out of place, like a fallen star Draped around my kitchen sink , Happy as can be I just have to stop and think, Why she fell